Indeed, Su Qianci was unable to finish. Frowning at the food still occupying her bowl, she suddenly saw a big hand taking her bowl away and slowly started to eat. His moves were elegant, but Su Qianci suddenly blushed. It was her food, and he just did that in front of everyone… The guests were sophisticated enough not say anything, pretending that they had seen nothing, and continuing to have a good time.

After dinner, Nanny Rong put away the dishes and Su Qianci went to prepare a fruit plate. With the plate in her hand, she sat at the coffee table next to Li Sicheng naturally.

Song Yifan happily took a piece of fruit, looked at Li Sicheng and asked, “Have you made the decision on the venue?”

“Ireland.” Li Sicheng’s look was unusually soft as he glanced at Su Qianci. Ireland, where divorce used to be forbidden. That was a beautiful rule. The most romantic thing Li Sicheng could imagine was “till death do us part.”